At this point I didn’t care what happened, I only knew that I would definitely be making repeat visits. ‘Camilla.’ —- The massage continued at...a comfortable pace. Camilla was definitely a skilled masseuse, and we talked more as time progress. She was from Poland, as I had surmised earlier, and had moved to the UK to learn the language, and to find a more interesting life. Her English had more than a slight accent, and I made sure that I spoke clearly and slowly so that she could follow my. She was still red in the face from everything she had heard.“There are consequences to actions. What Sheila does is not my responsibility. I am responsible for you,” Dad said. “You have spread rumors all over school. I am finding out more and more about you,” Dad looked at Taffy sternly.After we finished, Dad said that if there were table scraps, the girls could lick them off the table with their tongues. That got a few strange glances!Dad told me that at school, such an instruction would. You put on your white bikini and a T shirt. We went out on the deck and could see the glow from the beach fire. We walked to the party. There were about thirty people there, the majority of them seemed to be in their early twenties. It was a wild party scene. The young women had on tiny bikinis and a number of them were topless. You saw the topless ones and promptly took off your T shirt and bikini top. Around the fire it was a typical late night beach party. There were couples on blankets. Every time I looked at this photo later, I could still smell the odor emitting from her as her fingers ran with great speed on her bare clit and after a few moments I would end up masturbating.I wanted to know everything about her and often asked her about her childhood, why she joined the Air Force and just exactly what her job was. It was never very clear to me what her job consisted of; at times I saw her collecting oxygen masks and on occasion going into the cockpit of an airplane that had.